Departure Day
To give you an insight into how the day went for me, here are some vignettes of Departure Day; and the lead up to
...
I Told You So
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of a good empty bag, must be in want of clothes to fill it up.
It was a 5 am start for us and DH was STILL continuing to include items into the bags right up to the last minute. You think Im exaggerating? Take a look!
One of those large bags held DS and my clothes combined. DH managed to fill one bag all by himself!
Yup. He took twice the amount of clothes I took!
I did try to tell him that he was taking way too much for this 4 week vacation but it fell on deaf ears. I will add that, as expected he didnt use half of the clothes he took at all during the trip. As he doesnt have an account or lurk at all on the Dis, there really is no point in even typing out I told you so.
For those of you with partners, youll know what I mean. There is no satisfaction to be had when the other person doesnt even know youve typed it out.
The Book Conspiracy
After turning into a right royal Nazi about travelling light, I decided that I might need to bring one book with me to read. I went shopping for it on the Thursday before departure and realised that there is a book conspiracy!
Every book publisher seems to want to supersize the book. Anyone else notice it? Since when did the authors get paid by verbage weight? Big, fat, thick books. What ever happened to books in that small unreadable font size?
Wait
..the books are
still in unreadable font.
I looked at all those heavy tomes in despair. How the heck was I supposed to Holly GoLightly with all those supersized books? More importantly
.how was any book supposed to fit in the little pocket space in the seat? I even turned to the teen section to see if there was a book of the right size. It was an education in Twilight Hunger Games.
In the end, I purchased a Mitch Albom book. Mid sized, light weight and easy to read.
Hmmmm
I must get round to starting to read that book one of these days! No one tell my DH. Hell definitely have satisfaction in telling me I told you so!
The Definition of Karma
Karma is when someone cuts the security check line in front of you, and their carry-on baggage hits you in the shins causing you to swear quietly in public; and that someone gets randomly selected for a drug search.
Yes, the lady with the big carry-on got picked for a random search ahead of me. And as I walked past, I noted with satisfaction that the person conducting the search was being rather thorough about it too.
In this case, there IS satisfaction to be had in telling you so when the other person doesnt know that youve typed it out.
(Continued in Next Post)
and eagerly awaiting the first of what I am sure will be many, many glorious posts and pics! 
Your country waited until I was nearly home before it started to shut down. 
Can't wait for this to unfold -- what an adventure!
I flew to (and eventually from) Australia many years ago - I remember it basically taking forever. 
